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Draco Malfoy sat alone in his train compartment, on the way to his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, thinking of what lay ahead of him this year . He couldn't say that he was looking forward to it. Over the summer his father had informed him that when he came home for Christmas this year he would be receiving his Dark Mark and would be officially inducted in to the Death Eaters.

All of his Slytherin friends were eagerly discussing the events to happen in another compartment, in which he had earlier occupied. The thought of him and the people he grew up with being members of the murderous group made him sick to his stomach and forced him to find an empty compartment to be alone and think.

At the moment the only solution that he could come up with was to give up and kill himself. That would save him the trouble of having to be a part of the Death Eaters and later the trouble of Azkaban when Voldemort was defeated. Just as Draco was thinking of trying to find something sharp to cut open his wrists with, there was a noise outside of his compartment.

Looking up from his spot Draco saw the door slide open to reveal a solitary figure in the shadows of the hallway. The figure stepped forward, out of the shadows, and revealed themselves as none other than Harry Potter.

Seeing his school rival in his compartment did nothing for Draco's mood, causing him to snap, "Piss off, Potter."

Harry glared at Draco and responded, "God damn it, Malfoy, can't you lay off for two fucking seconds and at least act human for once. All I did was open a door and you're freaking out. I was just trying to find an empty compartment for myself and this one looked empty."

Draco glared for a second and decided that he had better things to do than have a screaming match with someone as insignificant as Potter. Sighing, Draco looked away, saying, "Look Potter, just leave me alone and go back to the other two thirds of the three musketeers."

Harry didn't seem to get the message and continued standing in the doorway looking livid. Draco decided the best plan of action was to completely ignore the other boy's presence and took out the book he had been reading for a couple days.

For some unknown reason the sight of the book seemed to calm Harry down significantly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, cautiously he asked, "You know that book is written by a muggle, right?"

Draco glanced at Harry from over his book and snapped, "So. Your point is?"

"I never thought I'd see a Death Eater reading a book by a muggle."

Draco responded without thinking, "Fuck the Death Eaters," realizing his slip of tongue Draco panicked. "I mean...FUCK...look just..um..don't tell anyone I said that."

Harry, recovering from the shock of the outbursts, cautiously responded, "Are you high or something? You're acting really strange."

Draco laughed, even though he was feeling distinctly nervous, "I wish."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing, not only had Draco belittled the Death Eaters but he was also laughing good-naturedly. Without even thinking Harry sat down across from Draco and asked, "So, what do you, a Malfoy, have against the Death Eaters?"

Draco considered blowing Harry off but decided that he might as well tell someone who could possibly understand what was going on. Draco took a deep breath and started explaining all the things going on.

After Draco had finished his tirade there was a brief silence before he thought to ask, "And, may I ask, why were you trying to find a compartment alone and not sitting with your friends?"

Harry really didn't want to get into that subject, but decided to tell Draco since he had given up his inner most thoughts. "It"s just that Ron and Hermione are dating now and seem to live in a world all their own and I'm stuck on the outside. I just wanted to get away and not be a third wheel for a while," then trying to get onto a lighter subject, "So, now that I know that pureblood, Draco Malfoy reads books by the lowly, muggle, Chuck Palahniuk, what else do you do that might surprise me?"

Before either boy realized it they fell into a friendly conversation about music, concerts, books, and anything else that popped into their minds. They were both shocked that they could have so much in common.

It felt like mere minutes for the two boys before the train started to slow to a stop. They both stood up to change into their robes, then Harry realized that he had left his trunk in the compartment with Ron and Hermione since he hadn't been planning to be gone so long. "I've got to go get my robes. I didn't bring them with me."

Draco nodded sliding an arm into the sleeve of his own robes, "Okay, I think its probably best that you go back to your friends and me mine."

Harry felt a clinching in his chest and sullenly responded, "Yeah I suppose your right."

Draco immediately understood what Harry had thought he meant and quickly amended, "I mean, your friends are probably worried about you and mine don't know that I'm a blood traitor...yet."

Harry seemed to light up instantly, "Alright," Harry turned to leave but before he did he turned back and asked, "Ummm... Draco... did you want to, maybe, want to hang out with me on the next Hogsmeade weekend?"

Draco smiled dazzlingly, "Sure, I'd like that."

Harry smiled and turned to leave to go back to Ron and Hermione.

After the door closed behind Harry he quickly made his way towards the compartment that his friends were in. As soon as he had entered the compartment his two best friends started in on him.

Hermione looked at Harry sternly and asked, "Where have you been? You said that you had to go to the bathroom. I doubt that it took you hours to use the toilet."

Harry just shrugged and said, "I just ran into someone and we started talking and the next thing we knew we were here."

Hermione looked like she had something else to say, but Ron cut her off, "Who were you talking to for so long? You keep to yourself lately."

Harry shrugged, "No one."

Ron decided not to let the matter go, "Oh come on, who?"

Harry knew Ron would get mad at him for keeping secrets, but he couldn't tell anyone that he had been talking to Draco Malfoy in a civil manner. The only way out that Harry could see was to lie. Harry blurted out the first name that came to his mind, "Cho Chang."

Ron grinned and asked, "Really? Are you two going to get back together?"

Hermione turned her gaze to Ron and scolded, "Ronald, mind your own business. Besides, Cho is still with Avery."

Ron shot a look at Hermione and snapped, "Don't snap at me for talking to my best mate."

Harry shook his head and left the compartment followed by the now bickering couple.